Stargazing at the Maria Mitchell Observatory

[no_pixie_shoes]

Tim get's home and showers. Once he's standing in front of his closet, towel wrapped around his hips, he wonders if he should maybe dress up a little. He decides on jeans again, but instead of his usual thermal and t-shirt combo he puts on a black turtleneck and a dark green sweater. The sweater feels incredibly soft and he feels oddly overdressed

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[brothers_three]

Kadaj cut out early from the shop, leaving Loz and Yazoo to close up so he could get n the shower first. After he and Tim had made arrangements to go to see the stars, he dragged Yazoo and Loz out to buy something that would still let him look 'normal' and now it was spread out on his bed, new clothes.

He took his time drying and getting ready, his black long sleeved t-shirt fitted close to his body and tucked neatly into his jeans. The dark purple silk shirt over it and tucked in equally as neatly. Combing impatiently at his hair and finally giving up, he grabbed a jacket and slipped it on, the knife CJ gave him shoved into the back of his waistband, he headed back to the shop.

Meeting Loz and Yazoo on the way, they exchanged words briefly before Kadaj headed on, leaving his brothers to smile at his retreating back.

In the shop office, Kadaj sat behind the desk to wait for Tim.

[no_pixie_shoes]

He knocks on the doorframe and, looking inside he's surprised by Kadaj's appearance. Maybe he should have worn slacks after all.

"Hey," he says, "You look nice." He forces himself to stop acting like a 12 year old girl and leans casually in the doorway, the bag still over his shoulder, "Some one left me a message letting me know my bike was finally ready," he teases, "would you know anything about that?"

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"Nope. Since you came on foot, I guess that means we're walking," Kadaj said. He kicked away from the desk and went to the lock box to get Tim's key. "It's good now and since you're driving, we get to see how well you like it." Smiling smugly at Tim, he walked up to him and held the key out.

[no_pixie_shoes]

Taking his key from Kadaj he arches one eyebrow, "Service with a smile. That's what's missing in customer relations these days," he says and then looks slightly puzzled, "I'm assuming you mean I'm driving my own bike and you're driving yours. Or did you want to ride with me?"

Not that he'd mind, if Kadaj wanted to ride with him but... he didn't need to. It was officially a date if there was uneccessary bike sharing, right?

[no_pixie_shoes]

"I think it might be better if it happened in a more comfortable place so..." he looked over at the food. "We can go find some place more comfortable now, then eat and talk about stars, or eat and talk about stars, then go some place." Kadaj leaned over to whisper in Tim's ear. "My vote is eat and talk, then go."

He nods, "Okay," he says, still blushing. He presses a quick kiss to Kadaj's mouth, before pulling out of their embrace, "You're probably hungry, aren't you?" He moves towards the bag, opening it up and taking out the contents.

He just made plans to get... sexy with Kadaj, or something. He's pretty sure Kadaj got what he was trying to say. The thrill of anticipation sits in his stomach, making him smile more than usual.

[brothers_three]

Folding up his legs under himself, Kadaj went to the ground and got comfortable while he waited for Tim to get the food out. Truth told, Kadaj was hungry and his stomach rumbled happily when the food was unpacked.

He didn't wait for Tim to get settled before grabbing something and taking a bite, chewing thoughtfully as he looked up at the stars. They were so different from the ones he was used to seeing in his sky. A whole different mythology...a whole different world.

[no_pixie_shoes]

Carefully opening the thermos of soup, Tim sets it down along with the lid that doubles as a cup. He smiles when he hears Kadaj's stomach.

"I guess that answers the question of it you're hungry or not doesn't it?" he asks.

Taking a bite of his own food, he watches Kadaj watch the sky, "You look at them like you've never really seen them," he says, "You look at everything like that. Why?"

[brothers_three]

"Because, most stuff I haven't," Kadaj replied simply. He was still looking up while talkng. "Sometimes we have similar stuff where I'm from and seeing it a bit differently is fun. Some, we just don't have."

Pointing up with his wrap, he swept across the sky. "No one looks up where I'm from. They don't see what's above them, only below them. The sand, the dirt, the grime, the disease, the hopelessness...."

He rolled his head to look at Tim and he smiled. "Complacency is dangerous."

[brothers_three]

Once their shirts are clear, leaving them chest to chest, bare skin to bare skin, Kadaj wrapped his arms around Tim's hips and hugged him close. His mouth touched to Tim's stomach, over the scar tissue, mapping each one beneath the touch of his tongue while his hands smoothed over the firm curves of Tim's ass, fingers hooking on the waistband to hold on to him.

[no_pixie_shoes]

He draws a sharp breath, a stunned look on his face because really, this should not be so hot, except it is. Kadaj's mouth and hands on him and he isn't sure what to do with his own hands so he sets them lightly on Kadaj's shoulders.

He's hard and he knows the other boy feels it so he again threads his fingers into Kadaj's hair and pulls him away. He looks down at him, pretty, pretty face and that positively sinful mouth.

"I thought I was supposed to be doing something for you?" he asks, fingers against Kadaj's mouth.

[brothers_three]

Kadaj's tongue snaked out to lick at the fingertips against his lips. He smiled pleasantly and wrinkled his nose. "You are. You're letting me play," he said. One hand smoothed over his jeans and brushed down the front of his groin to squeeze at the hard line that pressed against him.

In a sudden move, Kadaj lifted and twisted, taking Tim down to the bed and he pressed his mouth to the cock that was hard under his hands moments before.

[no_pixie_shoes]

He bites his lip when Kadaj starts touching him over his jeans, closing his eyes and letting himself enjoy it, this is... good. He isn't going to fall apart just because he's enjoying this. This is about Kadaj, and for Kadaj, he makes exceptions.

When Kadaj brings them down to the bed and starts using his mouth though... he presses his face into the bedclothes beside him. He's really not sure hwat to do and... god that feels good. He wonders if Kadaj will let him do this back. His hands grip onto the bedclothes on either side of his body and just thinking about doing this to Kadaj makes his hips thrust up a little.

"Come here," he says, looking up fro the bed and down to Kadaj, it's nice, but he wants him close, wants to kiss him, feel his skin against his own.